<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Darya]]></title><description><![CDATA[Darya]]></description><link>https://fiwaogundipe.wixsite.com/darya/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 17 May 2026 15:20:11 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://fiwaogundipe.wixsite.com/darya/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[There's no real way to title this post. 'Learning to Swim', maybe?]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I first started this blog and named it 'Darya', I knew that it felt right. I've always loved words, whatever their origin- directly related to me or not, near or far. I find myself first asking, "What does it mean?" - and reflecting into what it could be a symbol of, for me in my life at the time that I have stumbled onto that word. Sometimes I impose the symbology, but other times, it just feels true. 'Darya' was one of those words that felt true. So I named my blog 'Darya'- meaning...]]></description><link>https://fiwaogundipe.wixsite.com/darya/post/there-s-no-real-way-to-title-this-post</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e5008aa96d49e56ec2f0b6</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2026 21:38:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0cdfdc_4701f241514849bead37fc8b8b4663da~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fiwasewa</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Facing Yourself]]></title><description><![CDATA[Last week, I saw a video by Mark Manson , Author of 'The Subtle Art of Not giving a F--k' , where he explained why it seems like most self-help books never really help. He explained how, even as a writer, himself in the self-help genre, he can admit that the book itself and the knowledge it provides is age old common sense- but that the problem itself is that self work is harder than most other things to do. When you finish it's last page and put that book back on your shelf, you are left...]]></description><link>https://fiwaogundipe.wixsite.com/darya/post/facing-yourself-feb-10th-2023-week-6</link><guid isPermaLink="false">63e688ad21b01e62560bf63f</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2023 19:07:20 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0cdfdc_ced8c41402ca436bba4d153a8d191d89~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_563,h_732,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fiwasewa</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Unexpected Visitors                                      ]]></title><description><![CDATA[I'm spending this year working on my emotional intelligence and all the false and cruel things I have over time come to believe about myself. I found this poem by Rumi this week, and it speaks to every emotion that comes and floods and threatens to drown me, if I don't give them ownership over my happiness and confidence. It's fitting that he describes them as momentary visitors- good and bad because this week, I also learned that as painful emotions come in waves, they dissipate in about 60...]]></description><link>https://fiwaogundipe.wixsite.com/darya/post/unexpected-visitors-jan-27th-2023-week-4</link><guid isPermaLink="false">63d4078ca0ff9c1c7e038408</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2023 23:54:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0cdfdc_f7bf6028c1c347a1a1d6e60fd1284f41~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_564,h_515,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fiwasewa</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[An Easy Love]]></title><description><![CDATA[I found these words this week, through a devotional I've been doing with my friend. They are the word of St. Gemma, a catholic saint who died at 25. She was orphaned at 19, developed tubercolosis and after a year of painful suffering, was miraculously healed. In her pain, she walked a spiritual journey to where she gave over her suffering as a way of service to God and penned these words, which even at my healthiest, I am still learning and sometimes too easily forget and dismiss. They are...]]></description><link>https://fiwaogundipe.wixsite.com/darya/post/an-easy-love-jan-20th-2023-week-3</link><guid isPermaLink="false">63bf5948b4283df10d9a1b3e</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2023 19:16:22 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0cdfdc_a16af7910142427b8279cc19560886f6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_340,h_419,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fiwasewa</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Bleeding Heart ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Written by Fola Oriowo How much longer shall My heart reek— Before life reckons? How much further shall my silence speak— Before my love beckons? How much more must My heart bleed? By congealed hours or bloody seconds? Your departure's arrival was like playing in the rain I knew I was going to catch a cold I knew my Driver's Ed mirage wouldn't reign But, has the medley of missing-you vibes formed so strong a mold— That my late entry simply doesn't hold? Is that what this is about? My late...]]></description><link>https://fiwaogundipe.wixsite.com/darya/post/my-bleeding-heart</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5fe326b63813f900171a232e</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2020 12:25:26 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0cdfdc_1abdbeb8625648a697519b76cfc0e665~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_564,h_694,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fiwasewa</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA['True' Love]]></title><description><![CDATA[This is from a private journal entry I made one evening. MAGGIE &#38; CHRISTOPHER | 24th October 2020 I was on a pretty fruitless sojourn on Youtube today- when I came across &#38; watched  2 videos of this young couple (22 at the time of the video) who had been dating online for 4 years &#38; would meet in physical for the first time on the first of the 2 videos of them that I watched. And booyyy... I've never been in the 'presence' of such a love like that which emanated from my phone screen. In the...]]></description><link>https://fiwaogundipe.wixsite.com/darya/post/true-love</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5f8cc24932f5770017e61c74</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2020 22:32:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0cdfdc_373998616f704ac6afbc37131a92045f~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_563,h_511,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fiwasewa</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[To Fellow Overthinkers]]></title><description><![CDATA[Note to Self: Don't overthink your life to the point of not living it at all.]]></description><link>https://fiwaogundipe.wixsite.com/darya/post/to-fellow-overthinkers</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5fabe1a0d276f60017c2eade</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2020 13:05:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0cdfdc_e1a31bdb7b3944658dde83b7be298547~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_564,h_689,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fiwasewa</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Who Has Your Stuff?]]></title><description><![CDATA[This is a poem written by Poet Nzotange Shanke. I first heard it when it was featured in Tyler Perry's 2010 Drama- For Coloured Girls.  It's a reminder to never let anyone get away with the essence  of who you are. You are all you have.  Love  yourself enough to walk away from harmful situations before you're gotten away with- like this poem literally says. Here's the poem: Somebody almost walked off with all of my stuff And didn’t care enough to send a note home saying I was late for my solo...]]></description><link>https://fiwaogundipe.wixsite.com/darya/post/who-has-your-stuff</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5fabd55b50744a0017dc4aed</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2020 12:28:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/a27d24_068f4cc69bd447ec82c1cd6d6aa8af9a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_564,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fiwasewa</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I Was Looking for Something]]></title><description><![CDATA[I was looking for something I’ve been looking for something for longer than I’ve known, It has sent to me to places I had no business being, Places which convinced me that I belonged. While I got stripped down, bare While I got bruised and broken Places where the chipped pieces were left, kicked beneath feet Dancing in the waves of the swift-moving winds I was looking for something. I’ve been looking for something that I was certain that I needed, I needed it. I craved it. It sustained me. It...]]></description><link>https://fiwaogundipe.wixsite.com/darya/post/i-was-looking-for-something</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5fabd3fc2abe420017843da4</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2020 12:09:26 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0cdfdc_c63b23982b4e4b7f861d9203c2bccbfe~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_500,h_434,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fiwasewa</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>